Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Ghana and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Lou Reed & John Cale to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
The Music Machine,
EPMD,
the Association,
Icehouse,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ultra Naté,
Agent Orange,
Yaz,
Saccharine Trust,
Bob Dylan,
Sam Rivers,
Heaven 17,
Monks,
Electric Prunes,
Stetsasonic,
Au Pairs,
Crime,
Average White Band,
Adolescents,
Alphaville,
Q65,
Brand Nubian,
Idris Muhammad,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bootsy Collins,
Matthew Halsall,
Eden Ahbez,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Slits,
The Neon Judgement,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Graham Central Station,
The Young Rascals,
Laurel Aitken,
Deadbeat,
the Sonics,
KRS-One,
Andrew Hill,
Absolute Body Control,
Fat Boys,
DNA,
Gong,
Magma,
kango's stein massive,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Roy Ayers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jawbox,
The Alarm Clocks,
Robert Görl,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ten City,
Metal Thangz,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Index,
Groovy Waters,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Zapp,
The Toasters,
The Monochrome Set,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.